weight loss

Wednesday Weigh-in #5 – Spring Fling Challenge

It’s that time again at the Sisterhood to jump on the scales!  Obviously I wasn’t intimidated to hop on this week as I haven’t been able to eat normally in over a week.  But here goes . . . drumroll please . . .

149.6!  That’s right!  Down 4 lbs from last week!  I’m on 1.6 lbs away from my challenge weight goal!  I haven’t been below 150 in who knows how long!  Of course I am terrified that once we figure out what is going on with me that all the weight will come back!  So I am still trying to work on planning good food choices (when I eat) and trying to work in exercise when pain allows.  I’ll just let this morning’s biscuit slide 🙂

Here are my stats:

Starting weight: 164.4

Challenge Starting weight: 156.8
Challenge Goal:  148.0

Last week’s weigh-in:  153.6
Today’s weigh-in:  149.6
Change:  -4

Change for Challenge: -7.2
Overall Change: -14.8

I am so close to being able to earn the15lbs loss badge!

chronic illness

Having a hard day

I am still not feeling the least bit better.  To top things off I’ve got a bladder infection from the infusion I had on Wednesday and we’re sharing a cold in the household.  I can’t remember the last time I had a full meal.  When I’ve attempted it, I’ve ended up more nauseated than I started.  Someone mentioned how skinny I looked at church today (which believe me I’ve waited a long time to hear) but I wish it was because I was actually eating right and working out instead of living off crackers and Coke.  Yesterday I weighed in close to 4 pounds less than I did on Wednesday.  John is really worried.  He says that if I don’t call me doctor tomorrow, he will.  I’m not sure what I am supposed to do about it.  My appointment can’t be changed.  Dr. H. can’t fix it (she would if she could).  I just feel really defeated and angry.  I am exhausted but my to-do list is 8 miles long.  Thankfully John got Abs to lay down before he left for church so I’m going to try to lay down myself.  Sometimes having a chronic illness just gets really old . . .